Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 22:51:10 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Growing Up Sexual II

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GROWING UP SEXUAL - Chapter II by Dave MacMillan


I stared at the open door, at the hallway beyond.  I thought of the empty
house and the big world beyond.  Here, in my bedroom, I'd become queer.
I'd jacked another boy off and, then, without even thinking about it,
sucked him off while I beat my own meat.  I'd swallowed his cum; I could
still taste it in my mouth.  I could still feel his dick moving across my
lips and tongue.  I was hard.  And I wanted more.

I wanted more dick.  I remembered Richard yesterday and wondered what he'd
look like hard.  I wondered if it'd feel good to play with Julian's skin.
I was queer.

I shuddered.  I was queer all right.  Any moment now, God was going to zap
me all the way to Hell.  I knew that one was a lie the moment it popped
into my head.  It sounded too much like my step-father, and I already knew
better than to believe anything a preacher told me, especially my step-dad.

If anybody found out what I'd done to Julian, I was dead meat.  That one
was about right.  So, I was going to have to trust Julian to keep quiet
about what I'd done.  I'd have to make sure his lips stayed sealed, no
matter what it took.

I looked back at the door to my room.  Here, in this bedroom, on this bed,
I was queer.  Beyond that door, I was going to have to be the normal boy
I'd always been before.  No matter who or what, I was going to have to
remember that - every minute of my life.  I couldn't be just queer.  I had
to have a whole lot of conditions in place if I wanted to do anything
again.  I had to compartmentalize my brain and live that way.  It was the
only way I was going to be able to survive.

I crossed the room and shut the door.  I locked it.  I was now in my one
little mental compartment that could be queer.  I reached down and squeezed
my hard-on through my jeans.  I studied at myself in the mirror, my gaze
going directly to my crotch.  I had a pretty big crotch.  It sure wasn't
something to be ashamed of.

I grinned at myself as I opened the button and unzipped my jeans.  My dick
tented my briefs.  "This is one queer who's going to beat his meat now," I
whispered to myself, my hand slipping inside my underwear to grip my hard
dick.  "Yeah!"

I slid my jeans and briefs down below my balls.  I began to stroke my dick,
just like I'd learned to do with Julian's pole.  Just as I'd done while I
sucked his rod.  The sexual energy started to flow again.  But, this time,
I was all alone.  I was generating all that feeling as well as experiencing
it.  It wasn't long before I was flogging my dick like there was no
tomorrow, imagining my lips sliding up and down on Julian's pole and
hearing him moan as his balls tightened.

						* * *

The next morning I was all right as I left the house for the walk to
school.

Part of me had been worried that, when she came home, mom would somehow see
I'd changed.  Or maybe my dick would go black and blue - or even fall off.
Or I'd have a mat of hair on my palm now that I was jerking off.  I'd known
better, but still ...

It had been sort of scary everytime I tried to think through this new part
of me.  I'd thought of every crazy possibility that afternoon and evening.
I was happy to find out they were just as crazy as I thought they were.  I
was the same boy I'd been yesterday.  Only, now, I knew I had a hunger that
I didn't know about before.  And I had a pretty good idea of what to do
with that hunger so I did stay the same boy I was yesterday.

"Hey, Vic!" Julian called as I passed his house and ran to join me.  He
smiled as he reached me.  We were still friends.  I reckoned that I really
was all right then.

I grinned back, letting him see my relief.

"Is it okay if I come over after school?" he asked, his voice not carrying.

"Yeah, but we've got to keep this stuff just between us, okay?"

He nodded.  "I wouldn't have it any other way.  You're my buddy first off.
What else we do is nobody's business.  And we've got to keep it that way."

We walked to school with Julian telling me about how he was going to spend
a whole week at his grandma's farm two counties away just as soon as school
was out for the summer.  It sounded like fun when he mentioned the creek
where he skinnydipped with his cousins.  We split up as we entered the
school yard; Julian hightailing it to the high school and me ducking into
the grammar school.

Billy was standing in front of our fifth grade classroom, Richard was with
him.  Billy looked sort of nervous.  Richard nudged him as I approached
them.  Billy frowned but looked over at me.  "Hi, Vic," he called.

"Hi, guys," I answered, veering towards them.  "What's up?"

"Not a whole lot," Billy answered.

"Billy asked mom if you could spend the night Saturday," Richard told me.
"She said okay."

"That sounds like fun."

"Yeah, we can swim most of Saturday, if you come over early," Richard
continued.  I saw that Billy looked a little green around the gills and
wondered if he was all right.  But I didn't think too much about it.  I was
seeing all that shimmering, cool water and imagining me in it.  That and it
would be just me and my two friends sharing it.  The public pool would have
a couple of million bratty little kids in it.

"It ought to be okay, but I've got to check with mom first."

"Great!" Richard answered, grinning widely.  "I'll see you boys later
then."  He trotted down the hall towards his classroom.

"Vic?"  Billy's voice sounded funny, I looked back at him.  "Just be
careful with Richard, okay?"

"Careful?"  I had an instant image of Richard naked.  My dick lurched in my
underwear and started to grow.  "I thought I'd be spending the night with
both of you?"

"Yeah, you will be.  But Richard can get real crazy at times.  He gets hold
of an idea, and there's no way he's going to forget it.  Just remember that
and be on your guard with him, okay?"  I nodded just as the bell rang.

I quickly forgot about Billy's warning.  We were stuck with a pop math test
first thing.  What a way to ruin a Thursday.

						* * *

In my room, I had got out of my school clothes but couldn't decide what I
wanted to put on.  I was hard beneath my briefs, and I was wondering if it
was a good idea to just drop them.  I could leave them off and just put on
a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt.  That actually made a lot of sense as I
knew that, when Julian got over to the house, we were both going to get
naked anyway.

I finally made up my mind and had just pulled my briefs off when the
doorbell rang.  I had 6" of hard meat between my legs and one fist around
it.  I quickly leaped into a pair of shorts and started for the front door,
pulling up the zipper as I walked.

I opened the door and found Julian standing there, smiling smugly back at
me.  "Hi, Julian, what's up?" I asked as I pushed the screen door open.

"Eight inches - want a taste?"  I looked down at the crotch of his jeans
and saw his thick dick was snaked out across his groin.

"Hmmmm ... I think you'd better come inside," I told him.  "That looks
dangerous."

"Not very dangerous," he answered.  "It's just my very own joystick, Vic."
He chuckled and squeezed himself.  "I think it's going to bring us both
some joy, you know?"

"Come on," I said as I turned and felt my face burning.  It didn't feel
right talking about that, not in the house.  Not even with it being just
the two of us there.  I was supposed to be totally normal out here -
everywhere really - I was allowed to be queer only in my room, behind a
locked door.  That way I had some control over what was happening.  That
was the rule I'd set for myself with this stuff yesterday.  I sure wasn't
going to change it and let all of me hang out for everybody to see.

I shut the door behind Julian and locked it.  "You okay with doing this,
Vic?" he asked as he sat on the bed and looked back at me.

"Yeah, I think so."  I was staring at that ridge of hard meat that started
just above his legs and extended out to his hip.  "Only, we've got to be
careful.  It only happens here, behind this locked door."

"Yeah," he agreed.  "Here and out in your garage.  You've still got the
loft fixed up, don't you?"

"The couch up there?"  He nodded.  "Yeah.  But why there?  It's hot up
there in the summer."

"We can go there at night for more fun - after I leave the station.  We
don't want to make your folks suspicious."

I thought about it for a minute.  If I was going to jack him off and suck
his dick, it didn't really matter if we added night sessions to our
afternoons.  And I sure didn't want anybody in my room after 9 o'clock at
night, not anybody my mom didn't know about.  Besides, school ended in a
week and that meant I'd have more freedom about being up and about at night
than I had now.  "Okay.  My room and the garage," I agreed.  "Those are the
only two places anything happens - that anything is even said about it."  I
studied his face, trying to look as somber as step-dad did when he was
preaching on Sunday morning.  After all, this was serious business, even if
it was about fun.  "That okay with you?"

"Yeah, that makes a lot of sense."  His gaze darted around the room and
then he looked up at me standing in front of him.  "So, what do you want to
do?"

I shrugged.  "Maybe jack off?"

"You going to-" His face turned beet red.  "You know, do it?"

"Suck you off again?"  He nodded.  "You want me to?"

"Yeah.  That was so good yesterday.  It was so much better than beating my
meat or even having you jerk me off."

"You liked it that much?"

"You'd better believe it!"

I grinned.  "Hadn't you better get undressed then?"

He laughed.  "Both of us, Vic.  We've both got to be naked when we're doing
it-" I saw the speculation in his eyes then.  "Unless-"

"Unless what?" I demanded.

"Unless you're going to let me cornhole you."

Cornhole?  I wracked my brain and remembering hearing the word exactly
once.  I couldn't remember who'd used it but remembered it was supposed to
be something the dog catcher liked having done to him.  "What's cornhole?"
I asked.

Julian leered.  "I'll show you."

"I want to know what it means before I even consider doing it," I told him.

"It means a guy puts his dick up your butthole and fucks you til he shoots
his wad.  It's supposed to be even better than fucking pussy.  The guy
taking it is supposed to like it too."

I looked at him and felt cold all over.  My gaze fell to his crotch and I
remembered how big he was down there.  "No way!" I growled.

"Sooner or later you'll wonder what it's like, Vic.  You're going to get
curious - just like I already am - and I'll be right here to help you out.
All you have to do is say the word."

"Maybe the day after I die," I told him, resolutely willing myself NOT to
think about it.  "But don't even think it until you see me lying in my
coffin."

"Whatever."  He shrugged.  "Why don't you strip off?  Then you can get me
naked, okay?"

I lost my shorts and let my 6" pole lead the way until I was standing in
front of Julian.  I smiled and reached for his tee-shirt with both hands.
He raised his arms over his head.  "Try something different, Vic," he said.
"Suck on my titties while you're getting the shirt off.  Let's see how that
feels."

I stared at him.  "Why?  Is there something you aren't telling me here?"

"No.  It's just that you're supposed to be able to get a girl hot enough to
let you in her panties by sucking and licking on her titties.  I thought
it'd be interesting to see what it did to a boy."

"Okay."  I quickly pulled his shirt out of his jeans and pushed it up his
chest.  I leaned forward and started to suck on his left tit when the shirt
was up on his arms.  It was a little rubbery and had no taste at all.

"Oh, God!" Julian groaned, his whole body shuddering.  I moved to the other
one and sucked on it.  He groaned and shuddered again.  I licked it then
and he really squirmed.  His arms went around me and pulled me against him
and he was grinding his body against mine.  A moment later, he pulled back
from me, staring at me.  "Sweet Jesus!" he hissed, still twitching
spasmodically.  "That was so good, Vic."

My dick got so hard that it felt like I was about to shoot with you just
playing with my titties.  It was like there was a direct link between them
and my dick and you were shooting electricity through it."  He chuckled.
"I think my balls even got fried a little bit."

My fingertips moved down his flanks onto his hips until they found the
waist of his jeans.  They moved towards each other then, meeting at the
button just above his zipper.  "I want you naked," I said.

I did.  I wanted to explore his body, touch him in places I couldn't touch
anybody else.  Julian already knew I was queer, accepted it, and was my
suckbuddy.  In my mind, he'd already given me permission to check him out
when he invited me to suck and lick his tits.

His jeans were quickly at his ankles and I was kneeling in front of him, my
fingers barely touching the hair on his legs as they moved back up towards
his boxers.  I was staring at the tent his dick made and my mouth was
watering.

As soon as my fingers touched cotton, I started pulling.  I sat back on my
heels and watch Julian's belly become exposed.  I glanced up to see that he
was watching me disrobing him as intently as I was.  I saw the top of his
pubes slip out from behind his boxers and knew his dick would be out soon.
The elastic of Julian's waistband was half way down his hard dick and had
it pointing towards the floor.

I jerked when it sprang free and loudly smacked Julian on his belly.

I reached up and grabbed his dick, letting his boxers fall to bunch with
his jeans at his ankles.  I studied it closely, like it was a strange, new
toy that I had to somehow understand.

I pulled its skin back along his shaft, exposing the head and making it
look circumcised like mine.  I eased it forward so that it covered the
whole head and bunched up like an old lady's little lace table doily.  I
leaned forward and ran my tongue over the bunched skin.  Then I covered his
covered head with my teeth and gently raked down to the pucker again.
Julian groaned and his hands cupped the back of my head.

My tongue slipped through the puckered skin and the tip of it found the
head of his dick.  Holding his foreskin in that pucker with my hand, I
started to move the rough part of my tongue along the underside of his
head, with his skin covering both him and me.  Julian gasped.  "I'm close,
Vic!" he mewled.  "Take it all the way."

My hand moved up to his nipples and I began to tweak one and then the other
of them, while I swallowed his dick, my tongue a chute for him to ride on.
My nose was buried in his pubes.  He groaned and shuddered at the sensory
overload..  I sucked hard and started to piston up and down on his pole.
He didn't have a chance.

I felt the head of his dick pulse against my tonsils and pulled off of him
a couple of inches.  His next wad of cum hit the back of my throat and I
could taste it.  It was salty but sour at the same time.  I wasn't sure I
liked the taste or not.  But it didn't really matter.  I liked the feel of
his meat in my mouth.  I liked sucking him off.  I liked being able to make
him shiver and groan and shoot. His cum just came with the sucking as a
single package.

He collapsed onto the bed.  I followed him down, keeping his dick in my
mouth and getting every last drop.

						* * *

Julian had got rid of his clothes and snickers and was lying on the bed
with me on my stomach beside him.  He was hard again and I'd kept my
hard-on from the time I'd met him at the front door.

He turned to look at me and smiled.  His hand crossed the distance between
us and started to massage my nearest asscheek.  "You going to let me
cornhole you this time, Vic?"

"No way!" I growled.

"You aren't interested?  Even in the smallest degree?"

"No!"  He kept massaging my butt and it was feeling good.

"You know we're going to get around to doing it."

"Maybe," I grumbled softly, not liking how hard I was with his hand on my
butt.

"You're going to like my dick in your butt as much as you like it in your
mouth."

"Maybe," I admitted and knew I'd said it loud enough for him to hear.

"You want to?"

"No."

I expected him to start bugging me about letting him do it.  I reckoned
it'd only take a few minutes of persuasion before I would try it.  The idea
of it was sounding more interesting every time he brought it up.  Only, I
didn't want to give everything away this early in the game.  I knew I
wanted to keep Julian interested in me for as long as I could.  It was a
kind of protection against him saying anything to anybody at school.

"Danny was telling me what his girlfriend lets him do the other day," he
said instead.

"Danny?"  The boy who lives two houses up from me?"  Julian nodded.  "You
talk to him about sexual things?"  He nodded again.  "You aren't going to
talk to him about us, are you?"

"No way, Vic.  This belongs to us, nobody else in this town.  I'm going to
keep it that way as long as you do."

"So, what do they do?"

"She won't suck him off or let him put it in her."

"Why does he bother then?"

"Maybe he loves her.  Anyway, she lets him dry hump her.  That's what he
calls it."

Another new expression.  Oh, boy.  This sex stuff was as bad as school with
all these different words and expressions.  "What does dry hump mean?" I
asked.

"The guy puts his dick in the girl's crack.  He fucks her that way, but his
cum doesn't get into her pussy, so she doesn't get pregnant."

"Oh-" I knew Julian had it in mind for us, I started trying to figure the
logistics of it.  "The dick just slides up and down the girl's crack?"

"Yeah, that seems to be the way it goes."

"You're thinking of doing that to me, aren't you?"

"You want to try it?"

"Suppose it wouldn't be too bad."

"Okay."  He pushed himself to his knees so that he was at my hip.  "Get on
all fours, Vic.  We've got to get where we're lined up together."  I pushed
up on my knees and looked over my shoulder at him.  My gaze went
immediately to his hard dick.  "Spread your knees so I can get between
them."  Julian grinned.  "This ought to be fun."

"Just don't get any ideas," I growled.  I could guess how exposed my bottom
was.  I wondered what it'd be like to have him put that thick 8" piece of
meat in me.  How it would feel.  I also reckoned it would hurt a lot going
in.  Until I could get used to it.  If I got used to it.  And I knew I
didn't want him knowing just how queer I was when I was naked with him.
Not for a while, at least.  But I did figure I'd be trying it soon.  He'd
talk me into it or I'd just plain get too curious not to suggest it.

Julian slipped between my legs and I felt the tip of his dick touch my
fanny.  It was hot, almost like I imagined a branding iron would be.  Right
then, I had an image of Julian branding me with a big J there there on my
buttcheek, making me his.  I smiled at the thought as I felt his dick move
into my crack.

"Stay on your knees - that'll hike your butt up so I can get to it easy.
And bend over, lay your head on your arms."  I did as I was told and Julian
moved his body against mine.

It felt funny - his wide dick spreading my crack, his balls close my
butthole, his groin pressing against my buttcheeks, his hands holding my
hips.  I reckoned we looked like he was cornholing me.  But it felt good.
I could almost imagine his dick occupying the 1st 8" of my hole.  I almost
told him to go ahead and do it.  I didn't.

He moved tentatively.  His dick moved down through the valley of my crack,
his fingers pulling my cheeks wide.  The tip of it got to an inch of my
hole.  Then, it was moving upward.  I felt the friction as he began to move
faster.  "Oh, yeah!" he groaned.

Getting dry humped felt strange.  There was no waves of sex spreading over
me from my balls.  There was very little feeling really, except for the
slow burn from the friction of his dick moving up and down between my
buttcheeks.  There was also this feeling of being sort of stupid being
naked with my butt hiked up in the air and him trawling my crack with his
pole.

But I liked the feel of him moving against me.  The heat of his naked body
against mine, the heat of his dick.  His hand slipped off my hip and moved
to my dick.  He started to jerk me off in time with his movements against
my butt.  I liked that best of all.  I started to hump back against him.

It didn't last long.  Now that Julian had the hang of it, he kept speeding
up.  His breathing was ragged.  Before I knew it, my back was being sprayed
and I knew he was cuming.  He let go of my dick and collapsed across my
back.  My balls cried foul, but I still sank to the bed with him on top of
me.  He felt good lying there.  I wiggled my butt against his dick.  That
felt good, even if the skin of my crack was burning.  It felt as if I'd
been rubbed raw.

"Get off me so I can finish what you started," I told Julian after his
breathing returned to normal.  He pushed off me and I turned over.  He was
half-hard.  My dick was so hard it was about to split.  It took it in hand
and began to stroke, comfortable with him watching me.

"Let me cornhole you and I'll jack you off, Vic."  I saw that he was
watching my hand gliding up and down my pole.

"Give up, Julian," I grunted, feeling the waves of sex I was looking for
start coursing out through me.  "When I decide I'm ready is when you get my
tail, not before."  I groaned as I found a spot that felt really good.

Julian reached out and touched my leg - just below my balls.  His
fingertips began to draw little circles.  I spread my legs, his fingers
moved up under my ballsac.  "Yeah," I groaned and pounded my pud.

His fingertips stroked the ridge from my balls to my hole.  Back and forth.
I spread my legs wide.  It felt good.  I felt wired.  I blew.

Julian chuckled.  "That's what I like to see - a satisfied boy."  He
reached up and ruffled my hair.

I grinned back at him.

						* * *

"Come on, get dressed," he demanded as he buttoned his jeans and pulled his
zipper up.  I was still lying naked on my bed.

I pointed my softening dick at him.  "What's the rush?"

"You get more tonight, Vic.  Right now, let's go see if we can get a game
of football going."

"It's too hot for that."

"Yeah?  Well, your mouth and butt are too hot right now too."  He pulled
his shirt over his head.  "Besides, I've got to run off some energy before
I have to go to work at the gas station."

I sat up and grabbed my shorts.  "Put on your underwear too!" he groaned as
he slipped into his sneakers.  "Damn!  What kind of sex monster have I
created?"

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